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Things That Crack

So it’s official, we still don’t know 100% what is going on with Miss C’s arm.

The orthopaedic physician suspects it’s an occult fracture – i.e. a fracture that’s not visible by x-ray. His best guess, so we’re rolling with it.

On Tuesday afternoon, we took the “Bandaid” off of Miss C’s arm to test it out. She could use her right hand, but the majority of the time it dangled by her side. Never-the-less, we kept it off, and continued to monitor her throughout the night.

The best part, for Miss C, about having the Big Bandaid off was the bath. She loves her baths and hadn’t had a proper one for 5 days. A record if you live in our house – especially if you’ve been at the germy hospital… twice.

The Bandaid stayed off over night, but in the morning she woke with pain so we dressed her arm again. The minute we did, she was back to her old self; pain free, romping with her sisters.

Back at the hospital, for the third time, the orthopaedic physician carefully considered her x-rays, and investigated her range of motion in her right arm. He told us to keep the half-cast on (Miss C’s Bandaid) and return in a week to the paediatric orthopaedic physician.

Miss C was happy to have her arm wrapped again, and resumed toddler life that I can only equate to watching a one-armed bear. She wants to do everything by herself and either gives up with a growl of frustration, or charges through, leaving a wake of destruction in her path.

Surprisingly, she’s adapted to having her lead hand out of commission. She doesn’t blink when given a spoon and bowl of cereal; neither does the floor, which stays relatively clean. She’s also managed to put on pants, shoes and wrestle with her sisters with minimal distress. Thankfully her rather hard right armed accessory remains just an accessory, not a weapon.

Next Wednesday we return to the hospital to see how she’s healing. If you didn’t see the tensor bandage, you’d say she was doing just fine.

Me

I enjoy watching soccer in the rain. Most of our crafts involve glitter, finger paint or both. I am learning to eat my vegetables. And, whether in socks or bare feet, I absolutely hate stepping on Lego. Here I blog about life with my three little girls, husband and dog.